conesy

I look back with the utmost fondness at that bath; it was the cleanse I needed, both literally and figuratively. After a long day of acting the part of a beautiful barmaid, it gave me a chance to recharge my batteries. If there’s anything I learned as a spy, it’s that you need to be fresh for the charades, but I digress. More importantly, it marked the start of Maggie Flanagan’s life as Marston Heights’ newest resident. I bring these words to you while there’s a lull at work, so excuse me if I’m being short and sweet here. You also now might be thinking “What’s that? Already?” To which I reply that yes, Maggie, formerly known as Lannet, is happily employed as the town’s saloon girl. You see, I was in dire need of a job, which was driven by the fact that I couldn’t live off the town’s generosity forever. Then again, much akin to many travelers that pass through Marston Heights, I possessed that inner drive; I desired to be independent and to be able sustain a decent, if not